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The past.

"Mother is dying! We need to take her away from her father" Seth shouted, the veins on his neck standing out at the pressure he exerted.

"How can we Seth? You heard the sorcerers and the physician. No one is allowed to go into her chamber"

"So we are just going to sit here and watch her die?" He roared, his hand fisting by his side.

"She's not going to die!" He growled back, matching his son's rage.

"How do you know that? Answer me, how do you know that?"

He suddenly grabbed at Seth's robe in anger. "We can not take her now. Don't you trust me anymore? Just a little more time and she will be ok" he said letting go of him slowly and looking suddenly weak.

Seth puffed out air, his heart twisting in his chest. "Fine! You're the king, father and your word is the law, but if anything happens to my mother. I'll never forgive you" he promised, then ran away from him, jumped on his horse, and rode into the night.

It was the witching hour when Alaric approached the Pharoah, looking